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Fugo can drink some low-alcohol wine. The drinks in his cup have always been alcoholic these days. But he was very cautious about drinking until Apache's birthday surprise on Sunday night.

"Are you all little brats? How can such a big person hold a birthday party?" Apaki sneered, but he was very honest. He followed all the way to the seafood restaurant he had booked. After sitting down, he began to study the two bottles of wine as birthday gifts. He listened carefully to the boss to confirm the menu, and paid extra for a seafood stew. Finally, he proudly told The boss, although he did not bring identification, assured that everyone except Ada was over the age of sixteen, and he would never let Ada drink.

Apache is basically tasteless when it comes to drinking, which is not to say that he drinks like crazy - in fact, he looks the same whether he drinks or not, and no matter how much he drinks. Even if all his brains were replaced with alcohol, his thinking ability would probably not be compromised. The reason why Apache is said to have no taste is because if he only intends to get himself drunk, then he doesn't care what is in his cup. Whether it's sky-high-priced wine or pure alcohol mixed with water, both of which are harmful to him. It doesn't make any difference, as long as you don't die from drinking it.

But today is different. Apaki asked the waiter to bring an ice bucket and put the wine bottle in it. "Open it after the appetizer is over, the temperature is just right," he asked again, "Ada bought it with her own money after the robbery?"

"Surviving the disaster?" Ada understood what Apaki meant. "Mista and Bucciarati also contributed money. Mine is not enough."

"He seems quite happy." Mista quietly turned his back to Naranja and said.

Nalanjia said: "What's wrong with someone celebrating his birthday? Fuge, on the other hand, I haven't had a chance to drink him in the past few days. Today I have to stuff the whole bottle of wine into his mouth." He said thiefly Mista reached a consensus.

Bucciarati said on the other end: "The wine was recommended by Mista. What do you think?" Apache looked at Mista with approval.

Mista had no time to pay attention to him, pinched Fugo's cheeks and forced him to open his mouth. "Come on, come on, I won't go home until I'm drunk today."

"This is not enough." Nalan Jia didn't care whether the temperature of the wine was low enough. Apaki just put the wine bottle into the ice bucket. Nalanjia turned around and took away one bottle, opened it in a few seconds, and asked the waiter for the wine list. Apache didn't stop him, but silently moved the cart with the ice bucket behind him to protect the remaining bottle from persecution.

The struggling Fugo looked quite happy, but the fork in his hand made people feel frightened.

"I said, are you planning to wipe out one-third of the team's brains?" Apaki leaned over, snatched Fugo's fork, and threw it on the table.

"What's one-third of the brain? There are five of us." Nalanja took the wine list from the waiter, "It should be one-fifth - Apaki, haven't we all graduated from high school? ?" He glanced at the wine list and became impatient, closed the book and threw it away. "Just have some beer. If it's a bit higher in alcohol, I'll have three bottles."

"Are those two of you and Mista still smart?" "How about a Belgian white beer? Pair it with seafood..."

"It's up to you, go, go, go... Apaki, what did you say?!" Nalanja was about to wave to the waiter, but upon hearing Apaki's words, she suddenly turned to look at him, and then her face changed quickly. The ground twitched, "Forget it, it's your birthday, so I'll make an exception and allow you to say it once."

Mista was not very satisfied. "Hey, hey, that's not right, why am I reduced to the same level as Nalanja?" He let go of Fuge and went to Apache to reason, "Although we rarely do tasks together, there are only I didn't hold you back those few times, right? My assassination skills are not ordinary."

"Isn't this the time to talk about this kind of work?" Others in the team were making noises, but Bucciarati didn't want to yell at Apache's birthday party. He started to try to make a fight, "Caidu It's time to serve, let's eat first." The pre-dinner drinks and appetizers have been served one after another - white vermouth and seafood cold cuts.

"Ha, you idiot has been rushing in all day long, but now you have the nerve to call your assassination?" Apaki's laughter was squeezed out of his nostrils. Bucciarati's words fell on deaf ears.

"What kind of job is 'this kind of job'?" Compared to the alcoholic drinks Fugo had been drinking these past few days, the alcohol content of vermouth was nearly three times higher. Nalanja pressed his head and forced him to drink two glasses of wine (Naranga also gave him his own). Fuge suddenly felt dizzy, like a marshmallow sitting in the clouds, so comfortable. Extremely. After hearing Bucciarati's words, he said without thinking: "Why do you have to talk about us like some villains? Do you say that about yourself, Bucciarati?"

"Hehe, we are originally villains, Fugo. We are gangsters." Nalanja unceremoniously snatched Mista's pre-dinner wine, drank it all in one gulp, and retaliated against him by saying that he had been "reduced" to the same level as himself. The waiter brought beer and five beer glasses.

Fugo filled himself up with beer melancholy. "Here's to 'Enthusiasm' - the rat's nest of villains." He drank it all in just a few gulps.

"That's really ugly." After Mista was robbed of his vermouth, he took out the wine glass next to the ice bucket on the cart, poured the Moscato wine he picked, and also poured it for Apache. The two stopped arguing and clinked glasses.

Nalanja didn't like Fuge's statement very much, so he only took a sip of water before raising his beer glass and toasting again. "Happy birthday, Apache! Happy birthday, Fugo! Cheers!" He urged everyone to raise their glasses, "Bucciarati, hurry up! Ada, drinking water counts, raise your glasses quickly!" Six Cups of different sizes are placed next to each other, and when viewed from above, they look like a cosmos with uneven petals.

"Can we eat now?" Ada sat next to Bucciarati, put down the water glass, and asked him softly, "They all seem to just want to drink now, but I'm a little hungry." As early as the first dish was served , she stared at the sliced ​​octopus in the middle of the plate with her eyes wide open.

"It's up to us, don't pay attention to these guys." Bucciarati looked at the posture of the members and guessed that they were all drunk, so he decided to let them make trouble. I came to see the restaurant a few days ago and chose a seat in the corner, which seemed perfect now - if it weren't for the fact that it was close to the kitchen and far away from most of the customer seats, they would have been kicked out by the boss. Bucciarati thought about it, he must stay awake no matter what today, at least he must be able to send these guys home to sleep. And Luka will definitely do it again, and Bucciarati still needs to watch Ada secretly or overtly. After thinking for a moment, he called the waiter to return his wine glass. Before he could reach out his hand, Mista cut it off.

"No, Bucciarati, just have a couple of sips." He said, pouring sparkling wine for Bucciarati. "You won't get drunk with this kind of wine!" He even ordered two extra bottles of beer.

"Give me the Moscato! Naranja, hurry up! Don't let Apaki finish the drink!" Fugo's face was already red from drinking, and he pushed Naranja's shoulder hard, "So It’s such a waste of good wine for him - his kind of cow drink is only worthy of drinking medical alcohol mixed with water.”

"I'm not the one celebrating today's birthday? I'm also the protagonist of the dinner, right? Why do you seem to be more privileged than me now? Huh? Fu Ge? - Nalan Jia, Fu Ge can only drink beer today, drink What Moscato, this is a gift for me." Apaki is far from drunk, but he looks much more relaxed than usual. Maybe this birthday surprise is just what he wants. .

Bucciarati tried his best to stop Fugo's nonsense. "If you drink too much medical alcohol mixed with water, you will go blind, Fuge..."

"Is this the key point?" Apaki drank a glass, filled it again, and deliberately raised his glass to Fu Ge.

Fuge discovered his own knowledge blind spot. "Blind? Why?"

Nalan Jia smiled and reversed the popular science. "Not only will you be blind, but you will die immediately if you drink too much." This was what Apaki, an alcoholic, told him - a long time ago, Naranja and Apaki discussed whether to artificially add points to "Aviation Smith" What fuel to use for speed, Apache tells his knowledge.

"It's really rare." Mista said with admiration, "This is the first time that Fugo didn't pretend to be an encyclopedia. It seems that alcohol is really a good thing. It made this guy talk a lot more frankly. I'm even more lovable now." He said in a tone that said he was afraid the world would be in chaos.

Ada turned a deaf ear and chewed the octopus contentedly, looking for the next seafood to taste.

Food, drinks and wine were served to the table in turn by the waiters. The chubby boss who was the chef poked his head out of the kitchen and observed the situation at Bucciarati's table, his expression gradually turning resentful. He had specially selected the ingredients this morning, carefully handled them, carefully cooked them and served them to the table. But what were these little bastards doing? Drinking, drinking, drinking, just drinking, one bottle is not enough, another bottle is opened, another bottle is opened, another bottle is opened, red, white, yellow, drinking indiscriminately, Buga Mr. Ratty doesn't care either. The boss felt sorry for the dishes he had worked so hard to prepare. He stood at the door of the kitchen with his butt stuck out and almost cried.

But his eyes fell on Ada, who had turned into a hamster, and became kind. Her eating style was barely elegant. The rice grains in the stew and the sauce from the baked seafood were stuck to the corners of her mouth, and there was a dab of tartar sauce on the tip of her nose. She looked good, but I couldn't say that she was pretty, but the chef looked at her and kept talking. His cheeks were swollen, and his little mouth kept eating carefully one bite after another. He firmly believed that this was definitely a good child who cherished food. He was so cute, so cute.

The chef made an exception and gave Ada a plate of fried calamari.

When the hot fried squid was served, Ada's eyes lit up. The waiter introduced: "The specialty side dish that the chef gave you was just caught today. Please try it." Ada thanked her and started eating.

It was already the second half of the party, and the bottom shelf of the trolley was full of empty wine bottles. The two bottles of Moscato had long been finished. Fugo leaned back in his seat in confusion and muttered: "If my brain cells die too much today, it will be your fault. Nalanjia, Mista, please remember the old and new grudges. From now on, I will be with you." , repay..." It's a good thing that he can keep talking with his big tongue. "You stinky drunkards, stinky, stinky drunkards..."

"Nonsense, I've already made a decision to get drunk once a year." Nalanja actually rarely drinks. When he drinks Fuge, he is the most aggressive one, but his own condition is not much better than him. "I told you to scold me normally, bah bah bah, today I will drink you into a moron." He stood up and wanted to continue pouring wine for Fuge, but he didn't straighten his legs and fell on Fuge's shoulders.

"You two...it's so heavy..." Mista, who was dizzy, quickly caught Fugo who was leaning towards him, but he couldn't catch Nalanja's head. Nalanja's nose hit Fuge's thigh, and both of them groaned vaguely, probably in pain. Mista straightened Fugo upright and saw the waiter putting the after-dinner wine on the table. "What kind of wine is this?...Grappa, hahaha, these two can't drink yet, it's just right."

Apaki, who seemed quite sober, and Bucciarati, who was also sober, clinked glasses quietly, eating and chatting one bite at a time.

"You guys should eat something quickly, otherwise you'll get even drunker in a while." Bucciarati said, but by the time he finished speaking, Nalanja and Fugo had already fallen asleep, and Mista drank a glass of grappa and lost His last shred of consciousness.

"A bunch of dead kids." Apache took possession of all the remaining grappas naturally, even Bucciarati's. "Still can't drink, hum." He slowly took away Ada A piece of squid tentacles, dipped in salt roasted with lemon peel and spices, took a bite and frowned. "Ada, don't put any salt on it when you eat it."

"The ingredients have been baked, so it doesn't matter." Bucciarati called the waiter to pay the bill in advance. He said something to Apache and asked the waiter in a low voice to apologize to the boss on his behalf, "Today these guys That’s ridiculous.”

Apache said "Oh", two of his three glasses of spirits were already empty.

"Apaji, the three of them are drunk to death, you should drink less." Bucciarati looked at Apaji and put the remaining stewed rice in the container on the plate. "I'm really embarrassed to say this today. But I need your help to send these three guys back together." He put one of the plates in front of Ada, her portion was not much.

"I'm not full yet, give me more." Ada looked at the other two portions eagerly.

"You've already eaten a lot. You originally ordered the dishes according to the number of people, but Mista and the other three just drank and didn't eat much." Bucciarati refused her request, "So you can't eat any more. , finish these and have a dessert, and that’s it.”

"Oh..." Ada sadly stirred the stew in front of her, guessing the type of dessert while eating.

"On Christmas Eve 1999, the day you first met us, you ate yourself and fell to the ground. Fugo and Nalanja stayed behind to handle the food in the restaurant. Mista and I accompanied Bucciarati to send you off. I got an emergency. The person driving the car was Bucciarati. He was the only one who didn't drink. Mista suspected that you were poisoned and was afraid that you would vomit blood on him. He was sitting in the passenger seat, so I had to put you in the back seat and sit with you. Next to me. Mista said, 'She won't die like this.' Bucciarati said, 'No, go to the hospital first.' I said, 'Bucciarati, drive slower, she's going to vomit again.' , you vomited all over the car immediately. Mista said, 'Fortunately, I'm in the passenger seat.' Bucciarati said, 'Apache, let her lie on her side.' I said, 'My clothes are ruined. ', We arrived at the emergency room a quarter of an hour later, and the diagnosis was gastric perforation, which required immediate surgery..." Apaki suddenly began to recall the first time he met Ada, "So you'd better eat less, Ada. I don’t want you to throw up on me again.”

Bucciarati explained to Ada: "He was like this after drinking too much. It was probably because different types of wine were mixed today. He got drunk a little quickly."

"I've never seen that before." Ada stared at Apache in shock.

"He has been controlling himself not to drink to this extent." Bucciarati sighed, "I have to emphasize it to him again tomorrow, otherwise if someone comes and has a drink with him, there will be no secrets in the team."

Ada suddenly felt guilty. "Is it better not to buy him a drink?"

"It's okay, he usually drinks less. He was probably too happy today and let down his guard. But there's no way he can't be surprised because of this, so this is force majeure and has nothing to do with you." Bucciarati hesitated After a while, he reached out and touched Ada's head. A thin layer of hair, as soft as down.

The two of them just watched Apaki holding a wine glass and talking nonchalantly. Everything that happened these days, and everything everyone said, Apache was able to repeat word for word, clearly and logically. The weather at that time, the surrounding environment, the movements and looks of passers-by... everything seemed to be engraved in Apaki's mind, and he remembered it clearly.

"When Luca showed up a few days ago, I saw a broken bulb in the southeast part of the overhead chandelier. Luca smashed the second window from the right on the south wall. The hand holding the shovel was on the left. On the top, he moved his right foot first to escape, and the broken glass almost fell on Naranja's face. At this time, Bucciarati suddenly breathed a sigh of relief..."

Apache spouts "drunk talk." "I saw Luca with teary eyes near the restaurant this morning." He held his forehead, his expression was the same as usual, and even his wording was still accurate, but the content of his words was something he would never say directly on similar occasions. .

"Bucciarati, what taboos do you have against him? How many more times will he come to Ada? Have you solved the problem with Polbo? How did you talk to Polbo at that time?"

At the same time, Bucciarati couldn't answer, but his lack of answer was an answer for Apaki, who was a policeman.

"Ada, go ahead and try to get it done once and for all so that he doesn't show up again - he's just like a damn ghost." Apache looked past Bucciarati, "Go quickly, fight quickly, and let that guy Disappear." Under the table, he grabbed Bucciarati's wrist to prevent him from speaking. "Luca is near the tavern now. As soon as you go out, he will definitely come to greet you."

Ada looked in the direction of the door, but actually couldn't see anything. Her actions were more like confirming the route out. She looked at Bucciarati again, who caught her gaze, lowered his eyes and nodded.

"Go ahead, no matter what Luca says, just answer him as you think." Bucciarati watched Ada jump off the seat and run out of the store. "Apache, don't you think I'm the only one who wants her to come 'here'?"

"Didn't you still order Naranja not to 'come'? What's the result? You can't control it, right? Bucciarati, this is really terrible for you. You are always worried about nothing." Apaki is serious. After drinking too much, he yawned and half leaned on the table, "Let's wait for her to come back first, old hen."

Bucciarati still couldn't let go. He patted Apache on the shoulder and stood up. "Steel Chain Finger" quickly opened a crack in the wall beside him as he stood up. Bucciarati got in. "I'm going to check on the situation. I'll be back soon. You can help keep an eye on Mista and the others," he said before leaving.

Apache shook the bottle and poured the last bit of wine into the glass.

"Old hen."

Ada stopped as she neared the main entrance of the restaurant. The waiter came up and asked her what she wanted. Ada shook her head and stood quietly. The "Pink Moon" was a little restless in her body, and seemed to want to come out, but was suppressed. Thanks to Bucciarati's order to prohibit the appearance of the "Pink Moon", Ada and her double have never seen each other these days. Frequency of repeated confrontation. The conflict made Ada a little mentally exhausted, which was compounded by some dozing off during the withdrawal period. She often couldn't keep her eyelids open these days, but this kind of exercise also made her control over the stand-in amazingly improve.

"I won't promise him." Ada stroked her chest and whispered very softly, "Don't worry."

After coming out of the main entrance of the restaurant, Luka was waiting for her at the corner with a shovel on his shoulder, and he raised his finger at her.

"Let's go." After Ada approached, Luka put his hand on her back and pushed her to leave.

"Where to go?" Ada squatted down, got out from under Luka's arm, and took two steps back.

"Where else can we go?" Luka was staggered forward due to inertia. He turned back and looked at Ada with a bad expression, "It's only around nine o'clock now. Polbo's place won't rest until midnight. Now Go, I believe he would also like to see you."

Unlike last time, Ada planned to refuse directly. She was afraid that if she said anything, Luka would give her a shovel - "Pink Moon" would help her block it, but Bucciarati's warning "not to expose the substitute" was completely exposed in front of Luka. . Ada further distanced herself from the other party, and when she felt she was far enough away, she said, "But I don't want to see him... I don't want to join the 'enthusiasm'."

"Huh?" Luka banged the metal part of the shovel on the ground, "I tried so hard to persuade you a few days ago, breaking down the truth and explaining it to you. Doesn't it seem like it was all in vain?" He said. His face and tone became more gloomy. Pedestrians around them all avoided Luka and Ada, leaving a large space around them.

"If Bucciarati didn't speak, I wouldn't join. I'll listen to him." Ada was glad that he didn't do anything.

"What did that guy say to you?" Ever since Polpo knew that Luka had secretly taken benefits from Sicily, his power at the airport had been completely eliminated in just a few days. He had a premonition that if this happened If you fail to get Aida to join the gang this time, I'm afraid it won't end well. He kept shaking his feet and decided to send Ada to Polbo no matter what today.